Chapter 15
Rosalie
Ithought that would shut him up and start a fight but, to my astonishment, Kingsley instantly dropped to his knees in front of the entire band and began to crawl toward me.
Cornelius’ jaw was practically unhinging like a ventriloquist’s dummy as he watched him, and Eunice’s eyes were as wide as saucers.
“Damage—your reputation—the role—"
“Give me a chance,” Kingsley said, his eyes locked on me as he moved, one slow and seductive motion at a time, the muscles of his broad shoulders flexing and stretching.
I said nothing, my fingers curling into my skirt as I watched him.
He was down on the floor, on the fucking floor, in front of everyone else.
And still he crawled toward me, his eyes fixed on mine, each movement deliberate and slow, dragging it out to make sure I saw every single inch he obeyed me.
“What, didn’t think I’d do it?” he asked, in response to the astonishment that must have been all over my face.
“No, I didn’t.”
“Baby girl, I’ll be the best fucking relationship guy you’ve ever seen.”
“I don’t think you can do it,” I said, but Kings heard that note in my voice, the way my voice dropped an octave as he knelt at my feet.
“I can. Let me show you.”
“No.”
“One date. Just one.”
I hesitated, my skin buzzing with how close he was, how good he smelled.
“Have you ever seen me beg for anything in my life?”
No, no, I hadn’t.
Because everything had always come easy to Kingsley Ames.
He was still there in front of me, on his hands and knees, motionless.
“You told me you weren’t a relationship guy. You’d never be a relationship guy.”
“I lied,” he said instantly. “Don’t believe that dogshit I said. All it took was the threat of losing you. I’ll do anything to prevent that.”
“I don’t think you can give up your roster.”
He whipped his phone from his pocket and flipped the screen around.
“Deleting all. I promise you I don’t care about that shit. Keep my phone.”
I hesitated, watching all the numbers disappear one by one, all the tits and ass and nips and pussy vanishing into the ether.
Could he possibly be telling me the truth?
The fresh tattoo on his fingers glinted at me. My initial? I could hardly believe it. Kingsley commit?
“Fine,” I sighed. “One date. But no guarantees. And I don’t think you can do it.”
“Give me two hours to prepare,” he said.
“You have 30 minutes,” I retorted. “And it better be good.”
I knew him, and he was just going to take me to the most expensive restaurant in town, or try to dick me down in some fancy wine bar, wasn’t he?
Because he had never been a date guy before.
But when we drove out into Cincinnati our destination was not what I expected.
“A fabric store?” I said. “Since when do you like going to those? You told me you’d never be caught dead in one.”
He captured my chin with strong fingers and kissed me.
“Since I do boyfriend shit, Rosalie St. James.”
His kiss was hard, domineering.
“And that name is going to be Rosalie Ames as soon as you let me. This whole-ass store is yours,” he added. “Buy every damn thing you want. Whole thing is yours now.”
I chose a few different fabrics that would be good for a new dress and some curtains, trying to keep my jaw off the floor.
He had never been a fabric store guy. Hell, he had never even been a date guy.
He had always just been a “come over and blow me and I’ll make you a burger” guy.
After I was done, we walked down the street together, his arm around my waist, but the paparazzi were already there.
“Kingsley! Kingsley! Didn’t you just go public with another woman? Kingsley, do you think you’ll ever settle down? Kingsley, tell us who’s on your roster!”
He was ignoring them, but at this last yell, he turned with a snarl.
The bright lights were flashing in our eyes as he pulled out his phone and held it up to the crowd of paparazzi.
“You want to know who’s on my roster? I don’t have a roster anymore. Fuck rosters.”
Then he snapped the phone in half, scattering parts all over the ground and flicking open his lighter for the last jagged chunk.
I heard them making distressed and horrified yelps.
“What the fuck, Kings?” and “Hell!” and “He set the whole damn thing on fire, didn’t he?”
“Does this fucking look like I have a roster?” he shouted, turning the burning shard around on his fingers. “Fuck rosters!”
They started backing away nervously.
“That wasn’t very responsible and upright,” I pointed out as I stomped out the fire with my boots. “Pretty sure setting your cellphone on fire is the opposite of the vibe Cornelius was going for.”
“I don’t give a fuck! I’m not going to be confronted with people asking about the dumbass roster.”
He took my hand and began to drag me down the street to the hotel.
A beautiful redheaded woman came bouncing up with a pen out, jutting her massive breasts into Kingsley’s face.
“Oh my god, I’m such a fan! Sign me pleasseeeee. I’ll never wash my breasts again!”
This couldn’t help but make me laugh, but Kingsley was already shaking his head vigorously.
“I don’t do that shit anymore. I’m going to marry this woman beside me, so I’ll sign the back of your hand, that’s it. Spread the word. I don’t do that anymore.”
She pouted, but he grabbed the pen, scribbled his name, then pulled me into the hotel.
“This is a new development,” I said.
“Baby, I’m not going to miss random tits at all.”
Kings put his arms around me, finding my lips with his, fingers spanning my throat.
“You’re all I want.”
It was what I had always dreamed of—I just didn’t know if I could trust him.
“How am I supposed to believe you?” I demanded. “Considering you’re routinely full of shit.”
“Let me show you.”
The elevator button dinged and he threaded his fingers in mine.
“The second I stood to lose you, going knee deep in a bunch of random pussy lost its fucking charm.”
“Hmmm,” was all I said.
“Cornelius, are you doing something new with your hair?” I asked as we walked into the hotel suite. “It’s so thick and lustrous.”
Kingsley froze for a second, then I heard a low, dangerous noise from his throat.
“Oh, hell no. Hell no,” he growled. “Over my dead fucking body.”
“I do what I want,” I said, my lips curving up.
But he was already scooping me up in his arms and carrying me into the bedroom, kicking the door shut and tossing me onto the bed.
I felt that tension crackle between us, the heat igniting my skin like a flame.
“Stop denying you’re mine. We belong to each other.”
He pounced on top of me, kissing me so deeply that I felt breathless, our tongues tangling together with way more desperation than he’d ever shown before. Usually he was lazy, cocky, confident. Now his motions were jerky and urgent, his hands clutching at me with desperate need.
“I needed this so bad,” he hissed, flipping me on my belly, then biting down hard on my shoulder, licking it for forgiveness as I squealed, his hands flipping up my skirt.
I arched my back and his fingers tightened on my ass.
“So damn sexy.”
He yanked down my panties and positioned himself at my entrance.
“Yes, baby. Spread wide for me.”
Kings groaned as his thick cock slid inside me, my dripping walls stretching to accommodate his size.
“Fuck.”
He paused partway in, and I clutched the bedsheets in anticipation, pushing my ass back to take him deeper, but he slapped my butt irritably.
“Stop that, brat! Give me a second.”
“Damn,” I teased. “The notorious sex god can’t even go all the way in without having to blow his load.”
He growled, then couldn’t help but laugh.
“What do you expect when you kept this pussy from me?”
“It was literally 72 hours,” I said, gasping as he pressed in further. “It took you literally 72 hours to go batshit crazy.”
“It took a lot less than that,” he grunted. “As soon as I saw that you were serious.”
He bottomed out, gasping, then slowly dragged his cock back out again, the hard metal of his piercing pulled by my throbbing walls in a move that made me clutch the sheets even tighter, spread out on all fours in front of him.
I heard him let out a careful, almost reverent breath, and the feel of him above me, his arms caging me in, was so intoxicating that I felt the sting in my nipples, my pussy swollen and eager.
He thrust inside me again, his heavy balls smacking my thighs, and that slick metal pressed right against my G-spot.
I could not help a moan, closing my eyes and relishing the feel of my pleasure soaring higher and higher in tighter and tighter spirals as he dragged his heavy cock through each throbbing inch again.
“Not fucking backtalking me now, are you?” he gritted out wickedly in my ear, and I thrust backward with my ass, forcing him to bottom out, but I was already curling my fingers and toes in, shrieking under the heavy pressure and then it burst, sending waves of glorious pleasure through me as I squirted a sticky release all over his bed.
But Kingsley was coming too, and his fingers snaked around as I felt his cum like a deluge inside me, dripping out and soaking my thighs, collecting in huge puddles behind my knees.
“One more,” he hissed in my ear. “Come on.”
Oh, when he wanted to he could be good with those lazy fingers.
Afterwards, we showered and Kingsley rolled me onto the other bed.
“I can’t bear that Matt got to suck on your toes.”
“That’s too bad,” I said lazily as I tied the complimentary hotel robe around my waist. “You should have been nicer.”
“How many times are you going to make me crawl on my knees?” he demanded. “Because I will crawl all day to get that.”
“I suppose I might allow you to rub them. If you behave, I suppose you could put one toe in your mouth. After you dragging me around all day they’re sore.”
My skin prickled with arousal at the feeling of his rough fingers bringing my feet into his lap and starting to stroke them.